Finally some beach--Mykonos

Well stop #2 on the Adams escapade was Mykonos, one of the 2000 islands that make up the Peloponnese. After our adventure driving to the Athens airport (come on, if there was a sign that said "Athens Airport- tolls" and one that said "Athens Airport- no tolls" which one would you choose?) we took a short 20 minute prop flight (kate, you wouldn't have liked it) to Mykonos. From the Mykonos airport (where we spotted Paris Hilton, or at least a lovely lady who thought she was Paris Hilton), we went direct to the Mykonos Grand, one of the Small Luxury Hotels of the world, and quite an amazing place. Built into the rocks on the west side of the island, the hotel offers some stunning views of the island of Delos, where the ancient Greeks barred anyone from being born or dying, and from the looks of it, no one lives there. Getting there in the evening, we first enjoyed cocktails in the hottub overlooking the Aegean. Then, we simply "settled" for dinner at the hotel restaurant (Ostrich filet, mmmm).

To our great disappointment, we awoke to cloudy skies and intermittent rain on our first (and only full) day in Mykonos. Windsor's cursing of the Athenians at the Numismatics Museum(see previous entry) must have angered the Greek weather god (that would be Zeus, for all you Edith Hamilton fans) because we got zero sun on Monday. We settled instead for books and beers at the poolside (covered) bar. Not a bad way to spend a rainy day, again testing out the local brew Mythos (needed several samples to be sure it was okay), learning a lot about Martin Luther (my new hero), and eating several hundred Smarties. The weather cleared enough for another evening in the hottub with several more cocktails. We decided to get adventurous and headed to Mykonos town for the evening. The town is about a 10 minute cab ride from the hotel. Mykonos is a strange combination of Cancun/Ibiza party scene and a destination for old folks on cruises. The town is pedestrian-only, with streets about 5 feet wide between ancient white buildings with gyro stands and Cartier-like stores. The young, nerdy, academic couple who don't go to clubs were a little out of place, but we were able to enjoy ourselves. We grabbed apps and beers along the water, then toured the stores, then settled for our best meal of the trip so far, a 3 euro gyro (amazing). We decided to end the evening with a nice glass of wine along the water's edge, but we were quickly told by the angry Greek waiter that if we were not going to order food, we could not sit by the water. We took offense and left. End of Monday...

Tuesday, the day we were leaving Mykonos, was beautiful, of course. We did get to spend the morning at the beach, but we had to pack up and head home. After a mob scene at the local port, we boarded the SuperJet, the 2 hour ferry to Santorini. If you thought Mykonos was nice, just wait until you hear about Santorini. But alas, I have to go enjoy more cocktails at the poolside bar, while overlooking the Aegean which lays at the base of the 500 foot cliff upon which our hotel is precariously perched (unreal). More later!

Here are some Mykonos Pics...
















Windsor enjoying the evening cocktails in the hottub.

















Rain, rain go away, come again another day (except not when we're in Santorini)
















Mykonos' weather gave us a chance to catch up on our blogging, emailing, and drinking skills.
















In the town of Mykonos. Great drinks (beer and wine), apps (spinakapita and feta), and people watching by the water in Mykonos.















The craziness of the Mykonos town scene. Lots of techno music, European guys dressed like European guys, and old people off the cruise ship. Needless to say, we didn't exactly fit in.
















Bo enjoying the local fare in the town of Mykonos- pork gyro and Mythos beer, better than Mauby's.
















Bo enjoying the beach in Mykonos, finally on Monday after the rain has passed. Delos is the island in the background (control yourselves, ladies)

















Windsor, waiting with the other 45 thousand drunk college kids at the Mykonos port. There were no signs, indications of which ferry went where, or any rule of law (people pushing, jumping fences, smelling bad). We're both about as happy at this point as she looks.
















Goodbye to the beauty of Mykonos. Would we find better views in Santorini? (um, yes) This is the view from the terrace of our hotel room at the Mykonos Grand. We spent quite a bit of time sitting here, reading, blogging, drinking, eating Jelly Bellies.